Yeah, you could say that we're laughing in the face of cancer. Or you could look closely and see that those are candy cigarettes.
Had a wild ride to Johns Hopkins yesterday for my third treatment. We left at 6:30am. Roads were snowpacked, cars spun out everywhere. Steve got us in at 8:45 am.
Guess what? Their staff didn't make it. The trial nurse was no where to be found, not enough people in the lab.
We didn't leave Baltimore until almost 5pm. Came straight home and got in the bed.
So far, the chemo has exhausted me and caused nausea, but I haven't lost my hair. Yet. Every day I wake up and yank a dread just to see. Don't want to lose them while walking around in public. I also now have the complexion of a hormonal teenager. Damn.
Mom and I watched movies all weekend, including "Something the Lord Made." While were at Johns Hopkins I showed her the Blalock Wing - didnt get a chance to see the portraits, though...
4 comments:
Acne, fake cigarettes and your mom. Hmmm. Something about this seems right.
Yup, Lynne. A parent shows up, and we revert to our childhood selves. Sooo, Box, you sneaked out for the smokes, right?
So glad mom Lil is here and you have a gem in Steve. Boxilla, you are blessed and so are all of us to be your friends. Hang in there, and hang on to those dreads. And who gives a damn if one falls out somewhere. You will laugh and it will be good. Love you so... Burrito...
Hey Box, so glad your appointment was Tuesday instead of today! hope you're relaxing at home on blizzard day and mom is baking something that smells suspiciously like cake.
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